American Herring Gull(Larus smithsonianus). Marine Park, Brooklyn, NY, Summer, 2013
This was the second time out birding since I've been with a cold for 2 whole weeks. I'm still not totally well. I could not sleep after lying in bed and sleeping 2 weeks. At 3:00am I got out of bed, put my gear together heading out to Marine Park. At avenue U, waiting for the bus at 4:15 was daunting as drunk aggressive youth were eyeing me, walking back and forth and speaking in foreign tongues. I kept dropping my right hand into my pocket to make them wonder what I got, making like a RW blackbird.
I recently saw a movie that began with a voiceover that said (paraphrasing) "The hardest thing about becoming old is that other men do not see you as dangerous anymore." It is the only thing I can remember from that entire movie.
Watching the goings on at Marine Park where so many species are out in the open, nesting, different sizes and appetites, one can certainly see that survival is difficult, lucky, sometimes impossible and the police (crows) are certainly corrupt.